Kryptonian Nature - Part 3

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Warning: Explicit sexual content, incest. Clark/Kara sex. Mentions of Chlollie sex.

Nightfall came fairly quickly. Kara wasn’t able to relax like Clark was, and she kept listening for the sound of anyone approaching. Several times she mistook animals for people, and rushed outside to confront them, only to find some four-legged beast meandering by, panicked at her sudden appearance.

On her third run into the woods, Kara encountered a very strange looking creature. It was cute, but not very friendly. It reared up on its hind legs, towering over her when she approached to pet it, roaring in a rage, and then swiped at her, ripping her only shirt to shreds. It attempted to knock her to the ground, but she was unmovable. When it realized its attempts to bite or claw her were going to be unsuccessful, it turned and trotted away, stopping only once to send a hateful glare in her direction before disappearing into the forest.

Clark hadn’t been interested in what had happened to tear her clothes to shreds, only that she allow him to touch her breasts, which were now visible through the ripped material.

“No excuses,” he said. “Nobody’s watching us now, and I want to mate. Please?” He drew out the last word, like a child begging his mother to take him to the park to play.

“I’ll do the touching thing. Sit down.”

“No,” he said. “You never let me touch you. I want to be with you. We’re really alone now. And we have a bed.”

“I’m not really sure how to mate,” she said, and that wasn’t entirely untruthful. She was just afraid it would hurt, more than she was afraid of anything else.

“I know how!” Clark said eagerly. “They showed me all kinds of pictures. I’ll be really good at it.”

A second later Kara was as naked as Clark was, and on her back on the bed. Her clothes were still falling to the floor by the time Clark knelt over her, with her feet planted on either side of him. They were completely ruined now, and she wouldn’t be able to wear them.

Kara studied Clark’s reflection in the red light of the sunset streaming through the dirty little window beside them. He was, now that she considered it, very handsome, but every time she looked at him words like cousin, uncle, and wrong came to mind. She wasn’t sure what those words meant, for they were lost in the frustratingly vague mists of her memory.

Clark’s eyes were glowing again, this time she felt heat pouring out of them.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” she said.

“I don’t know,” Clark replied, rubbing at them. Suddenly shimmering red lines, barely visible, issued from both of his eyes, and struck her clit, where he was looking. It was very erotic. At that moment her own eyes began to glow, and heat up, and she looked at his steadily lengthening cock. He laughed when the heat struck him there, and he became harder.

“Let’s see…” Clark said distractedly, calling up some of the images he’d been exposed to at the bad place.

He’d seen video of men licking women between their legs, and it had always sent the women wild with desire. Crouching down, Clark flicked a tongue out to the hard, wet nub of flesh between Kara’s legs, and she gasped, just like so many of the women in the videos had. Her gasps turned into long, low moans of pleasure as he continued licking and suckling, and slid a few fingers into the wet folds of her flesh. Soon Kara’s hips were bucking up, and she had a certain smell that told him she was ready for more.

Clark was aware, keenly aware, that Kara was smarter than him, and better than him at everything, and that didn’t bother him at all. He had his good points too, like mating. He would be a good mate, and she would depend on him to at least be better at this than she was.

He’d never felt so focused, so purposeful, so…skilled, as he did now, pleasuring his mate. He glanced at her face. She was lovely with her hair splayed out on the pillow, her face screwed up in concentration as she lost herself in the sensations he aroused in her body. A thin sheen of sweat was coming in on her skin. Yes, he was very good at mating. He also wanted his pleasure, and he wanted to do the one thing he’d been fantasizing about since he’d been released from the chair at the bad place. He wanted to sink his flesh into hers, to pound into her. Now he finally could.

Leaning over Kara, Clark positioned himself at her entrance, and then thrust. She hissed, as though he’d hurt her just a small bit, and so he slowed down, though it was hard. This was the best thing he could imagine ever feeling. Her body, warm and wet and tight, gripped the whole of his cock. It was pure heaven, especially when he began to move. Soon he was thrusting into her with such force that the bed collapsed onto the floor in a puff of dust and chipped wood. The bedsprings groaned in complaint, but that was barely audible under his and Kara’s literal screams of ecstasy. She came first, her juices flowing over his cock and soaking into the mattress, so much of it, feeling and smelling so wonderful that it hastened his own climax. His entire body tensed as his release gushed thickly from his body and into hers. He couldn’t remember ever having felt something so incredibly wonderful.

Now finished, Clark collapsed onto Kara, and she held him, stroking his back as he struggled to contain his emotions. He’d whimpered at first, trying to make sense of the sensory overload in his body, but under her calming hand and soothing voice, Clark felt himself begin to drift toward sleep. She moved him off of her and placed him between herself and the wall.

“We’ll need to do this outside from now on,” Kara said.

“Hungry,” he whispered, which he was, and then he slipped into sleep on the sound of Kara’s long-suffering sigh.

****

Standing naked in the door of their new home, Kara looked at Clark who lay sleeping on the broken bed. A bluish-gray shaft of moonlight fell across his handsome face, and she realized in that moment that she loved him.

She also wonered why they were so different. Clark was a person who was capable only of living in the moment, with no thought for the past or the future. Pleasure was his sole concern. Were all men like that? Was he the only man she was ever supposed to mate with? Something told her that now that they’d mated they’d bonded in a way that could never be undone. Again, this was something she knew without knowing how she knew. He was her mate, physically, mentally, emotionally, probably even chemically. No one would ever feel as right to her as Clark, so she decided she would never look for another mate.

Knowing he’d be out for hours, possibly until morning, Kara decided to fly into town, where it was silent and still for the most part. She reached the center of town and stood in the shadows, looking and listening for anyone who may see her. She made out several skeletal images of people either in bed asleep, watching some box with light and moving pictures, or mating. No one stood at the windows as far as she could see, and no one was on the street but her.

Moving carefully, Kara kept to the shadows and studied the strange symbols that were painted onto the windows of the stores. The more she looked at them the more she noticed patterns. She studied them hard, sometimes realizing that she’d been standing in front of them for minutes at a time, lost in thought.

The symbols were beginning to make some sort of sense, like something she’d once known but hadn’t thought of in a long while and was unfamiliar with, when she heard a car approaching. Kara ducked behind a parked car and waited until she was alone again, and then pulled the door off the building with the clothes.

Inside she moved at super speed and found some clothes that Clark could wear, as well as for herself. She’d just stopped to admire some bottles of scented liquids and shiny rings of metal when a car with lights flashing atop it pulled up outside. Taking the bottles that held the scents she liked most, and scooping up some of the rings, Kara rushed past the men who came charging into the store. They never saw her leave.

Next she had to think about food. She found a place a block over from the clothing place and looked at the sign. She was sure she’d been there before, and she knew without a doubt that the sign above said The Talon. She thought about the place, and, following instinct, walked to an alley on the side. Pulling loose a certain brick she found a key and tried the door. It opened.

How did I know this? Kara wondered.

She knew she must have had some kind of life outside of the lab where she’d awakened eight days before. This place had to have been part of that forgotten life, but how? Did she live here? Work here? Did she own the building?

Going inside she studied the place. There were tables, a counter, and a staircase. She opened her ears and heard two rapidly beating hearts, as well as the sound of mating and a bed hitting the wall behind it rhythmically. A woman sighed, saying ‘Oh, Ollie.’ He whispered a languid ‘Chloe’ in response. There was a gasp, and then all was silent.

Chloe…that name felt familiar to her, just like the Talon had. Did she know that woman? Outside another car zoomed past, lights flashing on top. Knowing she should get back to Clark, Kara went into the back where she knew there would be food stored. She carefully chose food that had already been cooked, found some raw steaks that she could cook for Clark since he liked meat so much, and put it all into a plastic bag, sealed it, and then headed for the counter.

“Kara? Is that you?”

Spinning around, she saw a blond woman coming down the stairs, wearing a short robe, her sweaty hair matted to her head. It was dark, and Kara knew the girl couldn’t see as well as she could.

“Ollie, Kara’s back! Where’ve you been?” the woman asked. “Where’s Clark? We’ve been worried sick about you two!”

A man appeared at the top of the steps, blond and muscular and wearing a pair of shorts. Chloe was reaching for a light switch, but Kara was gone before the light came on. For all Kara knew, Chloe was in with the bad people, and would report her. She had to get away, she had to get back to Clark and make sure he was safe.

****

“Where did you go?” Clark asked. He was up, pacing in the dark since he didn’t need much light to see, when Kara returned to the cabin. She was glad the light was off. If anyone did come into the woods, seeing the light inside the cabin may have attracted unwanted attention.

“I went to get food and clothes for us,” said Kara.

“Why do we have to wear clothes?” asked Clark, pulling out the meat. He sniffed it and frowned in disgust since it was cold and completely raw. “No one is here but us.”

“We don’t, but if we ever leave we’ll need to put clothes on so no one will notice us, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Let me cook those for you.”

Going over to the stove, Kara started to turn on the oven, but then thought better of it. Putting the meat into a skillet, she focused her eyes, thinking of mating with Clark made them hot. She liked mating, and thinking of it made her smile. The heat was easy to learn to control, and soon she had four steaks fully cooked in the pan. She took them to the table and set the pan down, finding that Clark had taken out a lot of the other food as well.

She ate one of the steaks and some of the sweets, while Clark polished almost all the rest of it off. They ate a lot, and she wondered how often she’d have to risk going back to the Talon to find food. Should she tell Clark what had happened? She was afraid he’d insist on talking to Chloe and Ollie if she did, so she decided to keep it to herself.

“What do you want to do now?” Kara asked.

“Fly.”

“You can’t fly.”

Clark looked embarrassed. “I know. I tried while you were gone, but I couldn’t do it. Will you take me?”

Kara smiled. “Sure, but we have to be back before sunrise. We don’t want anyone to see us.”

“Okay,” he agreed, following her outside. Once in the air, he stood behind her, wrapping his arms affectionately around her waist. He nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear.

“I love you, Kara.”

Kara kissed him quickly, feeling light and buoyant, and then took flight.

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